Life, 1920-03-25 · page 10 of 40
Life — March 25, 1920 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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The page features a poem by Richard Butler Glaenzer about romantic idealism versus practicality, accompanied by an illustration of two identical figures in top hats on a mirror—likely satirizing how people see themselves versus reality. The "New York" section comments on the city's rapid population growth (seven million people, increasing at one thousand yearly), suggesting people come for better economic opportunities despite crowded conditions and high costs. "Feminine Fame" discusses whether American women writers match British literary achievements, referencing Mrs. Oliphant and speculating about historical figures like Pocahontas. The bottom illustrations appear to be unrelated comedic vignettes about domestic life and city incidents, typical of Life's satirical humor format.
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546 The Enchanted Mirror HETHER or no you favor The madness that is spring's, Do not deny the savor, The song and tug of wings That make it for the unashamed The common sense of things. It is, of course, old-fashioned, Wanting in poise, in tact, - To look or feel impassioned Over a common fact; But spring for youthful eyes is framed With dreams and rainbow-backed. Richard Butler Glaenzer. “MEN MAY COME AND MEN MAY GO, BUT WE GO ON FOR-EV-ERR!"” New York CCORDING to the latest census estimates, New York has now about seven millions-of people, including Mr, Hearst and Mr. Hylan. This is one million more than-ten-years ago. New York is thus increasing at the rate of one hundred thousand a year. They must like it better than-any other*place, or they wouldn’t come. Yet, in a given time, you can know fewer people in New York than anywhere else. You can learn less. You can spend more and get less for it. Loulse: Have you a speaking acquaintance with Mrs, Teller? Jutta: No, just a listening one. THE FIRST MUSIC LESSON Feminine Fame wy commenting upon the fact that in this year of grace there is not one English woman novelist of the older generation who preserves any influence, Hugh -Walpolc (in the Sun and Herald) says: “ One may, indeed,-say that from Mrs. Oliphant to May Sinclair Great Britain has had no woman novelist whose work has outlived her immediate time. . . . This-is not-true of the men.” = yY . Obviously not. 4 And may we, or may we not, say the same thing of America? We believe there was a lady named Pocahontas, but she did not write novels or other literature, and if she had, she would probably be unknown to-day. DOMESTIC comedy—the troubles of the couple in the next apartment.” A domestic tragedy— the troubles in-your own‘apartment. WHY NUMBER NINE WAS LATE TO THE FIRE comicbooks.com